She wasn't prone to blushing; hardly anything really embarrassed her. But this. "So, is that a yes?" he asked without a trace of bias one way or another. It was all up to her. "I think so,..." she said. "Think so? I think it's better if you know so." She looked over at the other… Continue reading And *scene*.
The roar of the garbage truck echoed through the bedroom walls. Still sleepy, Annie nudged her husband's calf with her foot under the covers. "Daddy," she grumbled. "Trash day." He grunted in response. Too tired to argue, she cradled her head into his chest, letting her hand wander (as it customarily did) toward his cock.… Continue reading Mr. and Mrs. Shameless Take out the Trash
She bit her lip as she watched him fasten it around his wrist, the light bouncing off the soft hair that dusted his muscular forearms.
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